You're being rescued, please to not resist

The day she was captured was the day that her soul broke. Rav tried desperately to escape but was eventually muzzled and ties before they could get her into a cell of her own. One of the men that kept her suggested they tie and keep her behind bars. Rava was quiet after the removed her cloak and bound her, it didn’t take very much time to feel defeat and the once wild woman accepted her fate. She barely ate, hardly looked up when someone stopped to look at her. Despite not trying to take care of herself she was still the most beautiful woman in the pens, not that she cared.

Her once shining silver eyes were tarnished, but they matched the now lackluster tone of her coat. Rava stared at the wall in front of her, now she was just waiting for her last days. She’d already lost a lot of weight, and that was saying something from a creature that survived in the desert. She lay listlessly in her cell, unaware of the goings on outside. She didn’t even flick an ear when the two men outside began haggling her price. Rava felt like she might as well already be dead and had retreated far into herself.

She didn’t even know the door was open when her price was finally decided on. The slaver spoke but she didn’t respond, the massive man physically picked her up and ragged her to out the door before turning without another word. She was fully Plague’s problem now. She blinked her steel gaze in confusion, around her and up at Plague. Her ears slicked to her skull and her tail wrapped underneath her belly as she coward before him. The only reason she didn’t try and make a run for it was how weak she was. She could barely stand let alone run. Rava had little choice but to follow this man.

Her head hung low as they made their retreat from the wretched place she had been held for so long. How much did she dream about the sand under her paws and the heat at her back? She yearned to return to the desert, but even now as she leaped from the frying pan she was now in the fire. Eventually Plague stopped and Rava returned to her submissive posture, though her tail had never really left its place between her legs. He confronted her, giving his name and asking for hers.

Rava never trusted men. She couldn’t discern the kindness in his eye nor his voice. He had dominion over her. She had no freedom, the one possession she desired the most. What was her name? She had been alone for so long with no one to utter it. She tried not to think of saia, who was often in her mind as she rot in her cell. She’d betrayed her memory and honor by allowing herself to be caught. ”Rava.” She finally answered, her voice hoarse from disuse and fearful as she faced the unknown.